Serenade
Traces of pain haunt your reveries,
veils of sadness your beautiful face;
you're where demons of wretchedness
render you helpless, where fear is
relentless and respite seems light years away;
where love is impossible, dreams become
nightmares that gnaw at your soul like a
mordant regret. Glimmers of promise
will lighten your sad heart and visions of
gladness will one day come true; believe
in your goodness, this badness will fade
and you'll sing once again to love's sweet serenade.
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